Concord
Reconciled by death's mild hand, that givingPeace gives wisdom, not more strong than mild,Love beholds them, each without misgivingReconciled.
Each on earth alike of earth reviled,Hated, feared, derided, and forgiving,Each alike had heaven at heart, and smiled.
Both bright names, clothed round with man's thanksgiving,Shine, twin stars above the storm-drifts piled,Dead and deathless, whom we saw not livingReconciled.
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